Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

I shook my head a no even if I were I wouldn't be mad at her for long. ○●♡♡♡♡●○ The day went like a breeze for all of them. Their Luna was finally out of the hospital. On top of that tonight was the night of the moon. It was said centuries ago that this very night the full moon lights up the whole sky. The specialty about the night of the moon was that it rises once every twenty years and is larger in size then the every month full moon. It is said that on this very day centuries ago the moon goddess has gifted a wolf to become human. Thus it is celebrated by all wolfs.

I did not need to be here and witness that once again, so I quickly ran out and made my way to the training hall. Today was my last day of training with the Ancients. The Moon Goddess had appointed all of them with different powers so they could train the next-in-line Moon Goddess, which would be me. They apparently weren't the first wolves to roam the Earth but they have lived for over 1000 years. They will finally start ageing once again when I appoint the new ten Ancient Wolves. I knew it was a big decision to make, but as they explained when the time was right, I would know who would be deserving of the title.

"James, focus on my voice. You're not them. You're you." His eyes suddenly fixed on mine, pupils dilated beyond normal possibility. "The moon," he gasped in a voice layered with centuries. "It's not a satellite. It's a seal." "What?" "The original seal. The first barrier between realms." Words poured from him like blood from a wound. "When magic was born from human choice, something had to contain it. The moon – constructed, placed, maintained by the first shamans who understood what they'd unleashed." Kieran materialized through void space, Void-Luna gurgling against his chest. "That's impossible. The moon predates supernatural emergence by—"

Elara put her hand flat against the wall. "He called the moon," she said.. "He acknowledged it. The way Lycan kings acknowledged the Moon Goddess in the old ceremonies." She looked at Zayden. "He is three hours old." "I know how old he is," Zayden said. "Alpha," Elara said. "I need you to understand what I am telling you. In three hundred years of Nightmoon records there is no documented instance of a Lycan heir acknowledging the moon at birth." She held his gaze. "The power your son carries is not

It would not be surprising if this was his doing and it will not go unpunished. The Blood Moon Pack. The bloodmoon pack was, as the name suggested, smeared in a history of blood. The pack was over a thousand years old. It existed since the times when humans and wolves coexisted in the same world, before wolves and humans were forced to segregate and live separately in realms peculiar to each species.

Can we know why you look at us so much? The oldest Luna, present at the meeting, and her mate, both 48 years old, had been together since they were 18 and had been leaders since they were 20. They became parents very late. They were both 30 years old when the Moon Goddess blessed them with a son they thought they would never have. She looks at Kat and approaches, and unexpectedly, very quietly, she says:

“…They have only emerged in a century or so since the Great Calamity…One that says that the Moon goddess has not abandoned these people. But rather, they may very well be descendants of the Lunara wolves of the lost Moon clan…” “Moon clan?” Nan says out loud. “I’ve never heard of a Moon clan.” “I haven’t either.” Lionel admits. “And I’ve learned about every possible clan that existed…some even before the Great Calamity.” The only thing that surprise her was that Lionel did not know about this Moon clan. “Lionel,” Nan mummers. “Can you make out what this scratched out line says?” It’s difficult. The ancient link had seeped in well. Making it harder to the common visual spectrum to see.

“How long Tawny?” “Just over three years.” She says with a solemn voice. “It was three thousand for us.” I can't bring myself to pull my gaze from the window as I think of the time lost between realms. A gasp leaves Tawny, “No,” she says with disbelief. Finally, I turn, settling my eyes upon the small werecat queen. The emotion reflected in her eyes caught in my throat. “We were close. We counted the days and nights. For every year here it was a thousand there.” I nod. “I was carried Seneca for well over what felt like centuries.”

"Am I really going through with this?" "Milady," Eliana clears her mind and refocuses on the healer who has paused next to her ankle. His eyes are sad, his shoulders low. "I am sorry that you must go through so much hardship, but I must ask, what is your knowledge of the Kexon?" Eliana's brow furrows, "The werecats? They have been extinct for years." He bobs his head, "That is the popular thought, yes, but what if it is not true."

Myla tapped Kollie rapidly, the woman was talking about true mates. "There is only one set of true mates every one thousand years", she knew she held their attentions. "Why?", "Because, the true mates become the next moon god and goddess of course", the woman laughed. What?! Anyone here could be the next moon god and goddess?? Was that how these things worked? "Ma'am, what would happen to the current moon goddess and uhm, when did we get a moon god?", Myla raised her hand tentatively.